I came across this article by Aurora Wells the other day about a sensual supper club in San Francisco called Our Gourmet Life. I found the article, written by one of the volunteer waitresses, very entertaining and intriguing. Then I went about my regular day writing, chores, emails etc. But I kept thinking about the restaurant and some of the things she described from a servers point of view. She said, "Turns out being a human dessert plate is a surprising adrenaline rush," as she described lying nearly naked on a table as dessert pastries were laid across her body to serve hungry hands. Hmm... I have to say it was intriguing. The only thing that was more so was that there are very few accounts from the guests' point of view available out there. I'd like to think it's an exclusive discrete group of folks who don't kiss 'n tell, but with an average of two dinners a month surely there have to be current reviews somewhere. I found Vanessa Pinto's article in the Huffington Post, but like the Aurora's guest-turned-server account it was from the early days (way back in 2011) when the club met in a little Victorian house that was cramped and "reeked of chicken". Although both ladies said they enjoyed it overall, at the time it wasn't worth the hefty price tag averaging $300 a couple. A lot can happen in three years.

Like any home grown restaurant or dinner show sometimes the growing pains are the hardest hurdle to overcome. It looks as if Chris Hubbard and his wife have made it over. These days the supper club roams to various locations throughout the city inviting the idea of an ever changing experience instead of just a place. As the website describes sometimes there are beautiful views of the city, sometimes turn of the century wood paneled rooms. Each dinner had music and an atmosphere that matches the venue and time of year. From the sound of it, they've survived the growing pains and now are getting comfortable as the sensuality experience they set out to provide.

So why aren't these dinners more talked about? Taboo? In a city like San Francisco this type of thing is hardly frowned on. As a former resident I'm fairly sure this would be considered tame clean fun. The two accounts that I could find sounded more like a dinner theater where the servers interact in tantalizing tangos between courses that serve to awaken your senses. It is most definitely not a sex club or play party and they promise no one will touch you below the waist.

So then, has anyone out there attended one of these great parties that would love to share? I'd love to hear your thoughts about it. It's not the kind of thing I expect to see on Yelp or anything. If it were there, I'd surely ignore the place... but not all of us live in the city where it's easier to ask around for someone's account. So how about it?Check out A.L. Goulden's profile on GoodReads and pick up her latest book August Fog available at most eBooksellers.AmazonBarnes & Noble SonyKobo